Kiss The Villain Novels & Stories

Their vengeance was what bonded us, and no amount of gentleness could change that fact. I witnessed the precise moment when the monster began to gain the upper hand in the fight. Killian's jaw clenched as he partially retreated and then forcefully thrust back in. "Is this your desire?" His voice was deep and hoarse, while his pale eyes grew darker. He moved his hips, causing me to gasp as he penetrated deeper, his grip on my wrists tightening. "Tell me, Schmetterling. Is this your wish from me?"

He turns his face, and his silence rings louder than any shout. Then, before I can think, without warning, I grab him by his collar and crash my mouth into his. The kiss is desperate, messy, and full of all the heartbreak I’ve been holding back. Then tears flood my eyes. The drones zoom in on us, but Vaughn crashes his lips against mine, and his scars glow blue. Electricity crackles between us, and the lights explode in sparks. Suddenly, the door bursts open. Kieran stands framed in the doorway, his claws fully extended, eyes glowing wolf-gold with fury. His chest heaves like he's been running. “Take your hands off my wife.”

His thumbs slid upward, dragging slowly over the fabric of my shirt, grazing the sensitive undersides of my breasts. I gasped quietly. My chest hitched. He lowered his head. His rough stubble scratched my cheek. His hot breath washed over my ear. "Break every piece of glass in this house," Killian whispered. His voice was a dark, rough rasp that vibrated against my skin. "Tear my room apart. Fight me. Scream at me. I love the fire in your eyes, Doll." He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the side of my neck. He sucked gently on the skin, a claiming, intense touch that made my legs feel weak.

“Tonight, we honor the blood moon with a test of loyalty, skill, and strength. Show us why you deserve to be with the Devereux.” I swallowed hard. The first fighter stepped forward and showed off his power by moving shadows. The crowd whispered. Another fighter came next. He showed his fangs and made a storm of dark energy swirl around him. It looked scary. “Thornwell,” Elias called. Everyone turned to me. Some faces looked mean, some curious. I stepped forward slowly, feeling their eyes cut into me. “Let’s see what the exile can do,” Marcus said quietly, so people near me could hear.

He asked, his tone was steady but playful as his eyes darkened. “You know, I read your novel some time ago and I know that the Villain you mentioned in it as Mr. F is me…arrogant, tattooed peacock. That was me wasn’t it?.” He asked in a cold voice and my mouth opened slightly but nothing came out. “No one else in this school fits that description,” he continues. “It’s either me or your precious Danny. And I won’t let you walk away from this, not this time, Mimi.”

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

Before the words could fully leave his lips, Killian shoved those slick fingers straight into Rosen's mouth, smothering the rest of his sentiment against his tongue. Rosen gagged, twisting his head away as tears tracked into his hair. “I h-hate mmmmph—!” Killian shoved his fingers deeper, jamming them straight down Rosen’s throat, making the boy choke and gasp around the intrusion. "Sobbing like a victim doesn't change the fact that your little hole is drooling all over my cock," Killian hissed, his breath grazing Rosen’s cheek. "Choke on your hate, bird. Fuck, it only makes you squeeze me tighter."

*gasp* *Kissed* Just as I am about to push him, I am too late… At this moment my eyes enlarged while looking at him. Push him, Quinn! What are you doing?! Why are you allowing him to kiss you?! Are you out of your mind?! He’s your enemy! You hated him! You hated guys! Don’t tell me you like the kiss?! Foolish! You can’t be serious! Push him!! When I lifted my arms, Evander suddenly hold a gentle grip on it. That kind of grip trying to calm me, saying that everything is okay and I am believing him.

I carefully peeked in his direction and my eyes narrowed from what I’ve seen. He kneeled on his one foot and kissed the hand of the lady whom I abhor. She batted her eyes flirtatiously behind her fan and reciprocated his smile as he got up. “I missed you, Your Highness.” He declared lovingly in a voice he never used with me a while ago. She raised her eyebrows and looked annoyed “Hmmph! You were fooling with that loser a while ago and now you’re going to sweep me off my feet?” He laughed boisterously and gave a peck on her lips “Now, don’t be mad, Your Highness. You know that I'm just used her to get your attention, right? You’re the woman I love, not that hideous creature.” I inhaled sharpl

“I offer something she hasn’t done before. A guy, who is a total romantic. I know him well, he wouldn’t kiss easily. He believes in true love and pure souls… You get my point. “ Your_Rock had written, and I hated him after this comment added to the dirty hints he made under my last story. My stomach began to hurt by the thought I had to kiss someone innocent and lie to Jason, this romantic guy, and even to myself. As soon as my drink touched the counter, I gulped it and nodded to the barman for another. “This sounds like a good challenge. Only a fool would reject Allura for a one-night stand, but a relationship guy sounds hard. I vote for him,” No_Joker agreed. “Yeah, kiss this guy, Allura.”